Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.